Kiss Immortal Part 4

Amie stumbled to her house. Her mind was in a daze. Her body still trembling from the aftermath of the orgasm. "What the hell just happened back there?" She place her hands on her temple. Her lips hung loosely apart as she tried to make sense of it all. 

But her belly was healed. No pain, no discomfort as she walked along the the winding trail. 

With dew covered grass sliding under her feet, she quickly scurried across the freshly manicured lawn. Her window was still open just as she'd left it. White lace curtains gently swayed in the breeze as the soft echo of chirping birds hummed in the tree tops. 

Tossing her clothes through the window first, Amie followed suit. Swinging one leg inside the window, she scampered inside. "Man this was much easier last night." she hissed.

Her room was just as she'd left it. Her door; still locked. All the lights off: even her night light that she'd never sleep without. Letting out a huge sigh she stepped in front of  her floor length mirror and lifted her gown. Her belly was flat as a board, normal, healthy, pain-free!

Collasping to her knees, she curled up in a bow. Staring blankly at the wall, she cradled her belly. Is this real? Am I really healed? This must be a dream. If I go to sleep, when I awake, will I find myself as I was before? 

Suddenly fear griped her heart as her dark consciousness began to speak. "You imagined everything. The mind can be a terrible companion. You want to be healed so bad, you'll grab at any straw hoping it will be the answer to the question you so desperately seek. But in time you will find, it was all just a dream. And you will return to your previous state."

Tears welled up in Amie's eyes; her cheeks the color of crimson. A tight knot crawled up her throat as her heart raced with panic. "What if I did imagine it all? What if none of this is real? What will I do if I return to how I was? I don't think I'd make it. I don't see myself living like that again ever!"

With her hand pressed firmly over her mouth, she began to sob. Her chest tighted with every breath she took. Her face twisted in a scowl. Her belly contracted from all the anxiety she felt while she shook all over. 

And then she looked at her drawer. The second one; and she remembered what she did last summer. Was it a moment of insanity? Desperation or both. But she was ready to leave this world, depart from this life; and enter into a new realm free of pain; void of suffering. 

She closed her eyes; tightly. 

Another voice in her head spoke. "Silly goose! Don't even think about it! Look at how many therapy sessions you had to go to; to escape those impulsive thoughts. Do you ever want to go back to that life again? Get a hold of yourself! Stop being a wimp! Face your fears! Slay ALL your dragons!" 

Wiping the tears from her eyes she looked away from the drawer. Theres no sense in looking backwards. Besides, it was when she was at her lowest, she started to have the strange dreams. And it was these dreams that ultimately lead her to Gareth. "Yes, Gareth! My dark prince, my beloved angel! Who saved me in the midst of my suffering. Who had compassion for me when all others failed me. Yes, he is my salvation! My redemption! I don't have to walk in darkness or fear or pain anymore and its all because of him! It's all because of the gift he gave me!"

And just then, as if some strange revelation had suddenly come to her, Amie rose to her feet; returning to the mirror. Lifting the white gown over her head, she dropped it to the floor and stared at her belly. Gently she stroked her stomach.

A miracle had ocurred! There was no denying that! In spite of all her fears and anxietes, she was not in pain! Her abdomen was no longer distended. Her insides were not sore. She was normal! She was healed! 

Just then a great calm over took her like some invisible blanket draped about her shoulders. Now she could put her fears to rest. The day she'd prayed for had finally arrived. And she had no reason to be afraid.

After taking a long warm bath, Amie got dressed and peeped outside her room. "Funny?" she thought to herself. "Where is everybody?" She couldn't wait to tell her mom the good news. 

Slowly she descended the stairs sliding her hand along the side of  the rail until she reached the bottom floor. "Mom?" she shouted inquisitively as she peeped in the kitchen. 

All was silent. 

Her mom had left a note on the kitchen counter. 

"Hey babe. I'm working today. Won't be back until its late. Don't wait up. I made you a pot of soup if you get hungry. Love you. Call me if you need me."

Amie's heart sank a little. "Fuck!" 

She really wanted to tell her mom the good news. She was dying to tell her that she was healed and could live a normal life again. And as for that pot of soup; well she could toss it! She didn't need it anymore. She could eat whatever she wanted to now; or at least she hoped. Nevertheless, it was time to test the uncharted waters.

Swallowing hard she opened the refrigerator. Her mom didn't eat much. She was always on some diet or something. And because of Amie's stomach issues, her food selection was non existent. 

She always had canned spinach, a baked potatoe and a tiny piece of meat for dinner. Breakfast usually consisted of eggs, bacon and toast. Or sometimes she stop at the local fast food resteraunt and have pancakes and bacon. 

Other than that, that was it! She couldn't eat anything else least she'd be sick all night. And she hated that. She'd rather starve herself all day than deal with the excrutiating pain she'd be in later.

During those days: for a long time; sleep was her only friend. It was the only time she felt peace. It was the only time the "evil belly monster" would leave her alone.  And sometimes getting to sleep was hard, especially if it was one of those days when she had a lot on her mind; winding down at the end of the night was impossible. Unfortunately, because her abdomen was so messed up; any type of sleeping aid, or mood relaxer was off limits. 

She had to deal with everything on her own, the best way she knew how. 

After staring at the unattractive food selection in the refrigerator for a moment; Amie closed the door. Leaning back on the door, she let out a anxious sigh. She was hungry, but still very much afraid of food. She wanted to eat. She wanted to go back to who she was before the sickness but now that the opportunity had arrived; she still had reservations. 

To test the waters, she wanted to start off with a bang! Pepperoni pizza from Rigallies! She closed her eyes and licked her lips as her belly began to growl with anticipation. She hadn't had pizza in years. Or anything dairy for that matter. 

"I wonder can I eat that now? Will I be OK?"

Her thoughts reasoned on and on. "There is only one way to truely tell if I'm healed and that is to eat stuff I couldn't before. That way I'll really know!"

She placed her hand over her belly; rubbing it gently. Still no pain; no discomfort; save the occassional growl that escaped its hollow cavity from lack of substinance. 

Swiftly, Amie turned on her heels and headed up stairs. She'd decided to take a leap of faith. She was going to order pizza from Rigallies and see if she was truely OK.

Swallowing hard, she picked up her phone and called in. The patron took her order and told her they would be around to deliver to her residence in 30 minutes. "OK thanks!" she added anxiously as she ended the call. Sitting her phone down on the night stand; she slid back on her bed. 

Collasping on her back she stared at the ceiling. That was the first time; she laid flat on her back in years. Due to her illness, that was another thing she couldn't do: lay down. She always had to sleep elevated in order to keep acid from crawling up her throat; then she would have major problems. She already had a bad stomach; she didn't want to add dysphagia to the list. 

Placing her hand over stomach; she stroked it back and forth; with narrowed eyes. "Gareth. Where are you Gareth? I can't beleive this is happening. I can't beleive I've been set free!"

30 mintues later; the roar of a car engine echoed in the driveway. Amie ran down the steps. Swinging the door open abruptly; a huge smile graced her lips. A young boy with his hat turned backwards extended the pizza box towards her. His brows were raised and he looked slightly unsure of himself.

"Ugh delivery for Amie Applegate?" 

"Yes, that's me!" Amie answered as her eyes widened with anticipation. 

"Enjoy!" responded the boy as he shoved the box in her hand and walked back to his car. 

Closing the door behind her, Amie hurried off to the kitchen. The box was still warm as the fresh scent of melted cheese crept up her nostrils. Her stomach growled again from hunger. "Um... I haven't smelled anything like this in a long time!"

Most of the time, if she wasn't too sick and had to run errands in town, she'd walk quickly by all the food shops. Because eating was absolute torture, she wouldn't even allow herself to smell baking bread. She'd hold her breath if she had to, just to keep her thoughts preoccupied and not on her eating disabilities. 

Flipping the lid open, she eyed the decadent goodness. Her heart was beating fast as her palms grew sweaty. This was the moment of the truth. This would be the true testament of her healing or lack thereof. 

Grabbing a slice of pizza, she held it in her hands for a minute and closed her eyes. "God please. Let me be healed" she mumbled under her breath and then she took a bite. 

Tossing the warm goodness around her palate, her jaws spasmed a little. This was the first time in years she'd had pizza. And now she was eating it. This forbidden fruit: that before Gareth; would have left her doubled over in excruciating pain begging for death. 

Sitting down on a nearby stool, she swallowed it. "And there it goes!" her thoughts raved. "This is it! It's time to put up or shut up!"

She laid the remaining slice down and stared blankly at it for a moment. The fear and anxiety she thought was gone; reared its ugly head. She closed her eyes. 

Tiny sweat beads gathered on her forehead and her legs shook a little. Now she was afraid. Although she didn't feel any physical pain just yet; she was worried all the same. It was the anticipation of pain that frightened her the most. 

Glancing over her shoulder, she stared at the clock. Usually, within about 10 minutes, she'd know if something she'd eaten was safe or not. 

Amie was quite tiny. Not only did she have a fast metabolism, she'd also lost a lot of weight by having a low calorie diet. With her sickness, fatty foods were a complete 'no no'. It was certainly a recipe for disater if she ate any of that stuff. So unfortunately, she ended up dropping more pounds than she'd wanted.

After awhile: that seemed like an eternity, she opended her eyes again. 15 minutes had gone by and the only discomfort she felt was an occasional growl. 

Nevertheless, there was no pain!

She poked her belly again and let out a long sigh. Grabbing the pizza from her plate she took another bite. Chewed it and then waited. 

No pain!

Her heart lifted a bit. It felt as if a huge invisible weight was lifting from her shoulders. She took another bite of pizza; this one, larger than the one before; chewed it and waited. 

No pain!

Now her heart was back to racing! But not from fear! Not from pain! But from freedom! Total freedom!


The same freedom she had when she was young; when she ate "everything" her grandmother cooked. (And also smothered 'everything in hot sauce!)

Staring at the box, she grabbed more slices. And then another, and then another; until finally, she eaten about half the box. Licking her lips, she wiped her mouth with a napkin. Her finger tips shined slightly with pizza oil, as the robust flavor of oregano and garlic lingered on her palate. 

She sighed again; breathing in through her nose and out her mouth. Laying her hand on her belly, she sat still; extremely still and waited. Glancing up at the clock she timed herself again; then lowered her eyes. 

Nothing happened! No pain! No cramps! No bloating! No discomfort!

She stood and walked over to the refrigerator. There was a bottle of soda sitting on the rack. She grabbed the soda and a glass from the cabinet. Pouring the soda in a glass, she watched the bubbles rise to the top and then fizzle back down again. 

She turned the glass to her lips and swallowed. The soda burned her palate slightly just as she'd remembered but quickly transformed into the sugary goodness she'd treasured as a child.

She burped. Then sat the glass down on the table. The great calm returned to her. Wrapping its invisible arms around her; it squeezed her gently. Now she was a beleiver! Now she could really sing the praises of her deliverance!

And she owed it all to Gareth!



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Kiss Immortal Part 3

When Amie awoke, it was morning. Sun rays stretched its luminous fingers through the trees as chirping birds announced a new day.

Grabbing her temples she looked about in a daze. She wiped her eyes and blinked a couple of times. 

Her dew covered skin was dry now as her crumbled up clothing lay sprawled at her feet. Reaching for her night gown, she slipped it over her head and stumbled to her feet. 

Opting to forgo her panties as they were covered in leaves; she balled them in her hand and then grabbed her scarf. 

Her breathing hitched as she made a shocking discovery. She was not in pain!

Immediately she dropped her garments and poked at her belly. There was nothing; no discomfort; not even a twinch.

Sweat beads formed at her temples as her legs grew shakey all over. Could this be true? Could this really be happening? She lifted her night gown; tucking it rapidly underneath her breast. 

She pressed her belly again. There was zero discomfort. Her abdomen was no longer bloated or distended; and she had no sharp pains shooting through it.

Tears welled in her eyes as her wobbly knees gave way. Gareth had kept his promise, he'd healed her!

Amie sobbed and sobbed as wails of joy escaped her lips. The battle was over and she had won! No more pain...no more suffering!

"Thank you Gareth. Where ever you are; thank you" she whispered. 

Standing to her feet, she grabbed her clothing and started to head home. 

How was she going to explain this to everybody? What would her parents say? What would her friends say? She didn't know and she didn't care. She'd make up a lie if she had to. All she knew was once she was sick and now she was well and that was all that mattered.

Smiling to herself, she made her way through the winding trail. Adrenaline surged through her veins like liquid dynamite. For the first time in years, she was excited about life and hopeful of her future. 

Of all the decisions she'd made; in this one; she was most proud. Sometimes you just gotta stop being afraid of everything. Sometimes you just have to throw caution to the wind and run with it. Seek out the undiscovered; explore the possibilities. 

Besides, she'd given everyone else a chance. She'd tried every medication there was; but nothing had worked. A friend of hers had even dragged her to one of those faith healing revivals one night. 

She chuckled again.

That service lasted darn near 2 hours and after all of that fiasco, she still managed to leave as sick as she was when she arrived. She did everything the minister said. She'd raised her hands; lifted her voice; hopped around on one leg; rolled around on the floor. Her face was so oily from anointing oil, she just knew she'd be a pizza face in a couple of days. But to her dismay; that didn't work. 

Everything had failed her. Doctors had failed her. And more than that, God had failed her. But then one day, it all changed. The strange dreams she'd been having introduced her to Gareth. At first she thought she was crazy. She just knew for sure that she was loosing her mind. But then after awhile; it all made since. 

Her dreams were an omen; it was Gareth's way of preparing her for what was to come. 

Exhaling with relief, she lifted her gaze to the sky. Suddenly she stopped in her tracks. A slow lump crept up her throat. 

'Am I a vampire now? Am I suppose to be in the sun?'

She looked at her palms. Sun rays reflected against it, but she was unharmed; not burned. She wasn't running around hollering and screaming like the creatures of the night in the movies. No, she was fine. She was standing in the presence of the sun and was perfectly OK.

She grabbed her neck. Two raised lumps grazed her finger tips. She frowned. 'Hmph...well that doesn't hurt either. Great!'  

Dismissing any further worries, she continued home. A crackling sound echoed through the trees. She turned around in a startle; her heartbeat elevated a bit.






"Feeling better I see? Were you on your way home?" Gareth stepped from behind a tree.

Amie's eyes widened with elation. "Gareth!" she yelled as she took of running towards him. With outstretched arms, she fell against his chest.

"Thank you Gareth! Thank you for saving me! Thank you for keeping your promise!" She collapsed in his arms. More tears streamed down her face as she buried her brow in the nape of his neck. 

Gareth cradled her head in the palms of his hands. Gently he stroked her dark mane as if she were some Persian cat nuzzling against him. 




"Shh" he whispered. "I'm glad you feel better."

This time when Amie embraced him, his body felt warm and inviting. It wasn't as cold as it felt before. Was that because she'd changed?

After a few minutes, she finally loosened her grip. Now she was embarrassed again. She stepped back and wiped her face. "I'm sorry Gareth. You must think I'm a total basket case." She sniffed again with down cast eyes. 

"No...no I don't. I don't think that at all. You had been in pain for many years. You have a right to be excited." His lips turned up in a bow. "Hey, I'm excited for you!"

Amie smiled and found the courage to look at him. Gareth was absolutely breathtaking. Even more so now that she was no longer plagued with pain. When you're suffering; many things dull. Life dulls. It's hard to see anything or appreciate the beauty in anything when you've been in a pain plateau for so long.

Suddenly her heart started to race and palms dampened. 

"So may I see it?" Gareth asked.

Amie's eyes widened. "See what?"

"Your belly. Can I take a look at it?"

Amie paused for a moment as if she were caught up in some strange trail of thought. She rubbed her temples; dismissing a fleeting day dream. 

"Oh yeah sure." She lifted her gown. "It's much better now. It doesn't stick out anymore."

She paused. 'Oh fuck!' She covered her mouth with her hands. "I didn't put my underwear back on..." Her voice trailed off. 

Gareth didn't pay her comment any attention and had already kneeled before her. With one hand he held up her gown and with the other; examined her belly.  

Amie's anxieties rose as her breathing grew more rapid. 'Oh shit. He's looking at me naked!' Hunger burned  between her legs as her sex pulsed with eagerness.

'Fuck, what is wrong with you pervert? This man just healed you and now you wanna...?' Her mind raged on.

Gareth's hand was warm against her belly as he gently caressed it. Pausing here and there he'd apply pressure and then release it again. It was as if he were trying to see if his work was completed. 

Amie's eyes started to water as she lifted her gaze to the sky. She was begginng to perspire and she knew eventually Gareth would notice the dew-like gathering on her skin and wonder if she was OK. A wet trail of secretion had already started to gather at her sex and if he stayed there any longer, he see it ooze down her leg. And what would he think of her if that happened. Oh god she'd just die. 

More sweat lined her temples.

'Concentrate...concentrate!' her mind raged on. 'Get your thoughts out of the gutter. He's your physician. Your healer for Pete's sake. He's here to help you. Get a grip!'

She blinked again; slowly this time focusing her attention to a tiny bird perched on a branch. With a piece of straw in his mouth; his tiny wings fluttered from one branch to another. 

And then as if she were drifting somewhere between reality and a dream. A warm wave of heat; reverberated through her body. Her lips hung loosley apart. A soft pant slid off her tongue. Another wet sensation trailed across her belly.

Was she dreaming? She couldn't be dreaming. Her eyes were open. She was staring at the bird. The bird that was building a nest. 

She blinked slowly and licked her lips. Before she knew it, her hands were resting against silkend strands. She craddled Gareth's head in her hands. With vision blurred by eroticism she looked down. Gareth was kissing her; his face pressed firmly to her belly. 

She flinched. Her mouth watered all the more. Wetness gathered in the corners. She grabbed it with her tongue.  Her sex was jumping; pulsing, vibrating with desire.  Running his hands up and down the length of her hips he caressed her; grabbed her, stroked her. 

Closing her eyes again, she flung her head back. Her knees started to buckle. She wanted him to keep going.

'Go lower...kiss me lower' her mind raged.

Gareth's embrace tightened and this time he grabbed her buttocks. Pulling her cheeks, squeezing her bottom. Sliding his tongue across the span of her belly. Basking in his handy work. Worshiping that which he had restored. 

Whimpers slid across Amie's lips as the scorching kisses of the vampire, reeled her into pleasures unknown. 

And suddenly her legs gave way. She couldn't stand anymore. Her extremeties shook like jelly. Her body ached for an orgasm. She trembled all over.

And then Gareth laid her down. On a soft bed of plush grass as her legs fell apart, exposing her sex with the wind carrying the soft scent of pheromones up his nose. Gareth licked his lips and began kissing her thighs. Pushing his tongue higher and higher until he reached the pool of secretion that dripped from her lips. 

He licked her. Up and down like a painter with a brush. His mouth siezing her clit pulling it, tugging it. Urging her body to release her to exctasy. 

Amie moaned with desire. Flexing her hips; arching her back. She grabbed her dark deliverer by his hair. "Aggh!' she screamed. As Gareth released her orgasm. Creating a soul-tie that would forever bind them and then he vanished.

Amie's eyes flew open. The rocking of her pelvis slowed as she stared down at herself. There was nothing there. 

'Gareth?' She whispered. 

But Gareth was gone. Vanished like some phantom in the night. And she was left there alone naked in the woods.

Mad...

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Kiss Immortal Part 2

She looked at him again; and after raising up on her elbows. She extended her hand to his. "I accept, your gift. Make me immortal!"
The visitor smiled enchantingly. His pearl colored teeth, matched the hue of his skin. And after staring deep into her eyes, he grabbed her by the hand; escorting her out of bed. 

Raising her bedroom window, they slipped outside. The night air was chilly against her skin as her bare feet glided across the dew covered porch. 

A listless moon hung motionless in the sky as tiny specks of stars twinkled above their crowns. 




Amie's heart raced with anticipation. A pain free life seemed non existent up until this point. 

He lead her deep into the woods, with his icy fingers gently intertwined with hers. He didn't speak anymore until they reached a clearing and then he released her.

Amie's breath hitched as she looked down at her hand. The visitor was gone! Disappeared ! Vanished into thin air as if she'd traveled alone. 

Adrenaline raced through her veins like fervent heat. Fear and panic gripped her heart. She wanted to call out to him but she didn't; she couldn't. She was too afraid to speak. Her eyes began to  fill with tears. Her brain was second guessing her decision to trust her strange visitor.

"Gareth?" she whispered under her breath as her eyes darted about anxiously. 

Not a soul answered. All was silent in the dark of the woods as if they all had been temporarily muted. 

She turned around slowly, with her hand pressed across her belly. The scarf was slipping off again. She grimaced. "Fuck! I hate this thing!" Pulling on its corners, she tightened it again. That was the burden of her sickness. She was tired of having that thing cling to her everywhere she went. Nevertheless, she couldn't function without it.

Just then, an icy hand rested on her shoulder. "No let it go. You don't need it anymore." 

Amie spun around. It was Gareth. He'd reappeared again. 

"Gareth, where did you go? I was afraid."

"No need to be afraid. You've prayed for deliverance and now it has come. Are you ready?" His eyes flashed like two flickering candles as the moonlight danced against his irises. His russet colored locks gently swayed across his shoulders as a genial breeze slipped its airy fingers through his tresses. 




Amie swallowed hard and then answered him. "I'm ready."

Gareth stepped closer. His face so close to hers, she thought he'd lean down to kiss her; but he didn't. Tugging gently at the scarf around her waist; he loosened its grip and let it tumble to the ground. Immediately Amie grabbed her belly; crouching forward. Her brow wrinkled in pain as a long grimace stretched across her brow. 

Pain seized her belly. The source of her sorrows rang loud in her ears as her body ached for deliverance from the beast that plagued her. 

Gareth lifted her chin and stared deeply into her eyes. "Look at me!" he whispered as Amie's face knotted with torment.

"No pain!" he answered. "No pain!"

Amie stared at him through tear stained eyes. She was tired now. Tired of hurting all the time. Tired of watching others bask in the sunlight while she sat on the side lines. Now it was her turn. It was her turn to live. It was her turn to be happy; to exchange her sorrows for joy no matter what the cost.

Gareth slid behind her with his hand gently grazing her waist. Placing his hand over the top of hers, he removed it. Amie's breath hitched. "No please, it hurts." Tears streamed down her face as her chest rose and fell in a rhythmic cadence.

Gareth lowered his face closer to her ear. "Don't be afraid. The pain will pass!"

The nearness of him was intoxicating. 

His phantasmal allure was stimulating yet frightening all at the same time. Sliding his hand up the length of her thigh, he wound his porcelain stained hands into her night gown and slid it up over her head.

Amie closed her eyes as her entire body grew frigid. 

A soft gasp escaped her orifices as she bit her bottom lip; holding in any future sobs. The night gown gathered at her feet as she glanced to the ground. She closed her eyes tightly. Now she was embarrassed. Suffocating in her own shame; loathing her nakedness; while cursing the distended abdomen that bulged below her breast. 

Gareth drew her closer and rested his hand across her belly. "Shh" he whispered as his mouth rested against the folds of her ear. "Don't be afraid. The suffering is over!"

And then suddenly and without warning. He slipped  his fingers underneath the delicate fabric of her panties sliding them down below her hips. 

Amie pressed her hand over the top of her mouth. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. Now she was really ashamed. 'Please don't look at me' her mind raged. 'I hate my body! Please don't look at it!'

Gareth pulled her panties all the way down to her feet and when he reached her ankles, she stepped out of them. 

With all of her garments gathered at her soles; her anxieites grew all the more. What was he going to do now? What was next?

Sliding his arms around her waist. He pulled her close. Amie shook nervously until his iron clad embrace caused the discomfort in her belly to subside. And then she exhaled; leaning her head back; resting in his embrace; she stared at the stars. 

For some reason she wasn't cold anymore nor was she afraid. Everything was better, when the pain was silenced. 
With his arm still pressed firmly across her torso, Gareth softly rested his face against hers as he slowly ran his hand up and down the length of her hips. 

Softly, slowly, gently he stroked her urging a deeper yearning to awaken inside her.

"Are you ready for the gift? Or have you changed your mind?" he whispered.



"I'm ready!" answered the girl.

Amie closed her eyes and swallowed hard. As the embrace of the dark stranger increased. And then suddenly he lowered his head resting his mouth against the side of her neck and bit into her. 

"Aghh!" Amie screamed as her eyes flew open in a panic. The kiss of the stranger was piercing and unyielding as his sharp wet fangs dug into the flesh of her skin. She gasped again.

"Aghh!" 

Gareth wrapped his arms around her chest. Drawing her closer urging her nearer; his teeth fastened to the side of her neck like a viper. 

Amie's knees grew weak, as the burning sensation raced through her veins. She wanted to fall to the ground as her extremities jiggled like rubber. Reaching back; her hand grazed the top of his head. 

And then, all of a sudden he was gone!

Amie screamed as her limp body came crashing to the ground. Leaves gathered about her as she stared blankly at the sky. The world started to spin as the universe took on a strange ambience.

Her vision grew dim and then she black out...

The Tower...(Trapped)

The Chain was tight around her ankle; and the more she struggled, the more tired she grew. With her hands pressed firmly against the concrete floor she hung her head. She was hot all over. Sweat beads swept across her brow as her dark mane hung loosely about her head.

The Vestler had finally won. He’d been chasing her kind for years. Normally she wouldn’t fly outside the boundaries of Kapa, but the mysterious boy had beguiled. And now her heart ached and filled with regret.

"I should have never trusted him" she murmured under her breath. Tears welled in her eyes as the thought of never seeing her family or homeland again, drove her to the brink of insanity.

Starring at her feabled shadow dancing in the moonlight, she finally laid down, pressing her wet face against the floors of her cell. 


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The Cottage...

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Moon Magic...

The night was magical and the moon hoovered over the waters, illuminating softly; radiating with a flourescent glow.

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